*
I have to say that Gregor is a real painter. Even when he is faced with such... such an unspeakable picture, he is focused and serious.
Paints of various colors and brushes of different thicknesses seemed to have magic power in his hands. With just a few simple strokes, the light blue stream seemed to flow, and the purple flowers seemed to exude fragrance. The maroon skylark seemed to be able to sing.
He had been avoiding the two entangled night elves, so his beautiful eyes looked to the heights sadly, "...Hey..." He sighed longly and began to adjust the colors. The azure color must be Used to paint the sky, right?
But how does he go to a height of nearly three meters to paint the sky? He can't climb a ladder...
"Please help me, Lord Rithos," he prayed softly.
oh! That must be a mantra! As soon as he finished speaking, the floor suddenly shook, and two strong and thick branches stretched out from it, holding his seat firmly up in the air!
oh! I couldn't help but flew in front of him! However, his eyes are still clear purple, and there is no magic cloud left in them!
As if he saw my confusion, the boy smiled and poked his head with the tail of the paintbrush, "You are definitely not a local elf, are you?"
Is this still local?
"This house was transformed by Lord Rissos, the 'Tall Pillar'. Mrs. Dilania told me that if Lord Rissos stood up straight, he would be more than thirty meters tall!"
Those words made the whole house squirm in triumph.
oh!
I looked at the few green leaves that suddenly bloomed on the beams in surprise, and I was stunned.
Rithos is this house?
Is this house alive? !
So, what exactly is this Rithos? !
Etc., etc……
I seem to have heard a legend.
Legend has it that the passage of time has made some trees extremely wise.
They can understand prayers, communicate with each other, and even have hands and feet. They are called tree people! Most treants love to stay with the night elves, and some will turn them into houses to protect them.
So, Rithos is a tree man? !
Oh my God, the legend is actually true? !
*
While I was meditating, Gregor had already started coloring the sky with the largest brush.
After hovering around him, I flew towards the first green leaves.
"Risos?" I called softly. Suddenly, the green leaves swayed in the windless air. The next second, sparkling dew hung on the tips of the leaves out of thin air. I couldn't help but reach out and catch them. Suddenly, an indescribable sweet smell penetrated. My body feels extremely comfortable! This made me couldn't help but rub it against the leaf that was like the palm of my hand. But at that moment, when I touched the leaf, I just felt that the scenery around me suddenly changed!
Me, I entered a place like a land of shadows. It was dark all around. Only the tall ancient tree in front of me exuded the faint blue light unique to the soul.
My appearance seemed to disturb it. It suddenly opened its eyes with strong light, stood up with a rumble, and walked towards me!
Oh My God!
I was startled and subconsciously took a step back.
boom--
In just one step, I returned to Mrs. Dylania's house. Gregor was still painting carefully on the other side without turning his head.
Tick--
The dew is constantly falling along the leaves, and the crystal color reminds me of its sweetness. As luck would have it, I reached out my hand again.
boom--
I stood in that dark world again, and at this moment, the tree man was bending down, putting its blurry face in front of my eyes!
oh!
My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and my back became stiffer than fine gold!
I saw it looking at me up and down with its glowing white eyes that were bigger than mine, and then stretched out a thin branch to rub my head and chin vigorously.
Oh my god, I'm scared to death of this big guy!
But he didn't seem to realize anything, and instead walked away a little bit. Suddenly, he put up a shockingly ugly and strong posture in front of me. After a pause, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and just twisted that The hard and thick body is put into more ugly poses!
Pat--
It was as if something had disconnected in my brain.
If the leaf I was holding hadn't withered and fallen, I think I might have held my breath and watched a tree man twisting into various disgusting postures in that dark place until he suffocated due to lack of oxygen!
The brains of the tree men and the night elves are both flawed!
*
Painting is also a laborious task. In just a short time, Gligo's soft bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the sky he painted... ha, he only swept out a small corner.
Taking a deep breath, he started mixing another pan of blue paint.
It’s really hard to stand!
Obviously, he needs help, and the only one willing to help him is me!
Just in time, I'm full of weird anger right now, and I need to vent it out!
I rolled in the paint tray in his hand, and then, in his exclamation, I crashed into the white wall!
